Post by Big Bad Bodacious on Aug 25, 2019 22:49:00 GMT -5
Fuck, the weather sucked this time of year in Seattle, weather fucking sucked all year round. The child was standing at the edge of the roof on his shitty drug den of an apartment building. His purple and brown bruise filled his eye with the dull wrung of pain on the bright sun beating down and he could wiggle his front right canine just a little bit farther now. His racing heart didn’t do anything to rid the pain in his face as he looked down to the road below, people passing by and not one of them looking up. A tear rolls down his cheek, from redshot eye, falling off his chin, falling past his “GNARLY” shirt, and falls to the street, so far down below.
He felt bitterness in chest, a burning rot deep in his core. He wanted to be done with it, he wanted it to be over. New set of parents were just as bad as the old ones, who were just as bad as the last ones, who were technically better than the first ones. No one could be as bad as the first ones. A child who was just tired of the lessons, tired of being the doormat; always wrong, especially when he was right. It's how he earned another loose tooth. This would be his last loose tooth from this house, and just before he could take that flying step, a hand was placed on his shoulder.
A large hand, plated with a fuck huge diamond and gold pinky ring and tattoos of baroque and gothic rings on his other fingers. He turned to look at the man but before he could look up and see his face, the Whale awkwardly knelt down next to the boy, his highlighter yellow windbreaker flapping in the wind. The Whale removed his wide white Gucci sunglasses from his white Coach balaclava and looked the kid in the eyes. The Whale smiled, handing the child a VHS and the sunglasses he was wearing. The boy stood up straight placing the glasses on his face and he read the words on the tape written in invisible ink. The boy nods and runs to the stairwell leading back inside the shithole apartment and zooms into his room where he begins plugging conversion wires into an old VHS and after a few minutes plugs the final wire into his laptop. He puts the VHS into the player and hits play.
The footage cuts to smartphone being held forward in front of Bodacious while he sprints at max speed down quite busy street in the dead of night. The feed shows Bodacious’s bright red face, his eyes covered by his MAD COW stunner shades. Police lights and sirens can be seen behind him as he sprints down the dark street.
Bodacious: WOOO MOTHER FUCKERS, HERE HIM IS! YOUR BOI THE BIG BAD BULL OF THE MEAN MIDDLE EAST! Now the Bull was on his way to the fucking match, but there were so many fucking red lights everywhere, this is why I don’t drive, the Bull fucking hates all of those little red light fucking taunting me! It’s a distraction and its fucking unsafe for the community! A community which I pledge myself to protect and uphold! This community that I protect in the name of The God Bull however, seems to be at odds with someone called Badtouch Uncle Sammy the Cunt. Says what I do is fucking illegal or someshit? I said, “fuck you pig dog, wearing blue like your Paul Bunyan bull Babe? Mother fuck I’m Bodacious!” So that leads us to the current predicament where I need to run to my match, but I run with the speed of The God Bull himself for you the people.
Bodacious leaps over a trash can and clothes lines a civilian who happened to be smoking a cigarette, smashing the poor man to the ground. Bodacious rolls forward and from almost a starting position explodes forward again regaining his pace. The civilian pulls himself up, his face bleeding profusely.
Bodacious: FUCK YOU, SMOKING’S ILLEGAL!. Apex Onyx and Teddy Giesel? Sounds like fucking pokemon, like what the fuck is this APW? I defeat the sacred mighty JR Heavyweight and you choose me to go up against pokemon? Fuck, I mean I know that I am the very best, like no one ever was, but must I prove that litterally? Apex, no you aint. Your dumb fuck ass can’t even handle the raw and mighty power of THE true apex of all, Bodacious the Mad Cow, Mr. MOREMIGHTYTHATBROLYHIMSELF. That is what you enter the ring too fuckass. Apex Onyx, HA more like fucking Garbage Onyx, a shitty pokemon just like you, a shitty wrestler. Don’t think I haven't given you the Mean Look either Giesel, mother fuck. Just like Onyx you too will be brought down to the trash tier you belong in, by ME The Bodacious. Both of you, pray that I am shall have the flies from the ass of greatness stapled to me, and I shall carry you to he on highest.
Charmaine the God, laughable HA, dumb hoe thinks that God is woman, wrong. God is The God Bull, The Golden Bull, The Shiny Light In The Big Blue Sky, that's what God is. Charmaine the False Idol, another fake come to steal the faithful from their rightful heard, you must be smited by Bodacious tonight! This steely muscle Sodom shall shatter the Whore of Babylon in the ring, just the way you like it. Unstoppable, the other false prophet who shall fall tonight, his icarus wings clipped by the steel of Gamoragh and he shall fall down to filth below where he belongs for their can only be one unstoppable force and that is Bodacious The Immovable.
What do Johnny Blaze, Jazzy John, and Leon Dread have in common with wet socks? They all FUCKING SUCK! I have never dreaded anything less than Leon Puss Puss. God Bull gore me where I stand if Bodacious gets paired up with this welp, I refuse his help till he proves himself, and if he does I still might just sit there. Johnny Blaze chokes on smoke, unfit for the name Blaze. More like Johnny Sucks HA! If I am to be saddled with any of the dredges then please let it be Jazzy, at least he seems like he’ll be a good time. Either way, none of you has what it takes to make the buzzer, the sweet sweet 8 seconds, because Bodacious be The God Bull and you ain’t Tuff.
The feed cuts and the child steps out of his apartment, arterial spray misting his face still wearing the Gucci shades, has started to crack and dry. He takes his first breath of true freedom as he gets into the Hummer limo. The boy and his family were never heard from again.
He felt bitterness in chest, a burning rot deep in his core. He wanted to be done with it, he wanted it to be over. New set of parents were just as bad as the old ones, who were just as bad as the last ones, who were technically better than the first ones. No one could be as bad as the first ones. A child who was just tired of the lessons, tired of being the doormat; always wrong, especially when he was right. It's how he earned another loose tooth. This would be his last loose tooth from this house, and just before he could take that flying step, a hand was placed on his shoulder.
A large hand, plated with a fuck huge diamond and gold pinky ring and tattoos of baroque and gothic rings on his other fingers. He turned to look at the man but before he could look up and see his face, the Whale awkwardly knelt down next to the boy, his highlighter yellow windbreaker flapping in the wind. The Whale removed his wide white Gucci sunglasses from his white Coach balaclava and looked the kid in the eyes. The Whale smiled, handing the child a VHS and the sunglasses he was wearing. The boy stood up straight placing the glasses on his face and he read the words on the tape written in invisible ink. The boy nods and runs to the stairwell leading back inside the shithole apartment and zooms into his room where he begins plugging conversion wires into an old VHS and after a few minutes plugs the final wire into his laptop. He puts the VHS into the player and hits play.
The footage cuts to smartphone being held forward in front of Bodacious while he sprints at max speed down quite busy street in the dead of night. The feed shows Bodacious’s bright red face, his eyes covered by his MAD COW stunner shades. Police lights and sirens can be seen behind him as he sprints down the dark street.
Bodacious: WOOO MOTHER FUCKERS, HERE HIM IS! YOUR BOI THE BIG BAD BULL OF THE MEAN MIDDLE EAST! Now the Bull was on his way to the fucking match, but there were so many fucking red lights everywhere, this is why I don’t drive, the Bull fucking hates all of those little red light fucking taunting me! It’s a distraction and its fucking unsafe for the community! A community which I pledge myself to protect and uphold! This community that I protect in the name of The God Bull however, seems to be at odds with someone called Badtouch Uncle Sammy the Cunt. Says what I do is fucking illegal or someshit? I said, “fuck you pig dog, wearing blue like your Paul Bunyan bull Babe? Mother fuck I’m Bodacious!” So that leads us to the current predicament where I need to run to my match, but I run with the speed of The God Bull himself for you the people.
Bodacious leaps over a trash can and clothes lines a civilian who happened to be smoking a cigarette, smashing the poor man to the ground. Bodacious rolls forward and from almost a starting position explodes forward again regaining his pace. The civilian pulls himself up, his face bleeding profusely.
Bodacious: FUCK YOU, SMOKING’S ILLEGAL!. Apex Onyx and Teddy Giesel? Sounds like fucking pokemon, like what the fuck is this APW? I defeat the sacred mighty JR Heavyweight and you choose me to go up against pokemon? Fuck, I mean I know that I am the very best, like no one ever was, but must I prove that litterally? Apex, no you aint. Your dumb fuck ass can’t even handle the raw and mighty power of THE true apex of all, Bodacious the Mad Cow, Mr. MOREMIGHTYTHATBROLYHIMSELF. That is what you enter the ring too fuckass. Apex Onyx, HA more like fucking Garbage Onyx, a shitty pokemon just like you, a shitty wrestler. Don’t think I haven't given you the Mean Look either Giesel, mother fuck. Just like Onyx you too will be brought down to the trash tier you belong in, by ME The Bodacious. Both of you, pray that I am shall have the flies from the ass of greatness stapled to me, and I shall carry you to he on highest.
Charmaine the God, laughable HA, dumb hoe thinks that God is woman, wrong. God is The God Bull, The Golden Bull, The Shiny Light In The Big Blue Sky, that's what God is. Charmaine the False Idol, another fake come to steal the faithful from their rightful heard, you must be smited by Bodacious tonight! This steely muscle Sodom shall shatter the Whore of Babylon in the ring, just the way you like it. Unstoppable, the other false prophet who shall fall tonight, his icarus wings clipped by the steel of Gamoragh and he shall fall down to filth below where he belongs for their can only be one unstoppable force and that is Bodacious The Immovable.
What do Johnny Blaze, Jazzy John, and Leon Dread have in common with wet socks? They all FUCKING SUCK! I have never dreaded anything less than Leon Puss Puss. God Bull gore me where I stand if Bodacious gets paired up with this welp, I refuse his help till he proves himself, and if he does I still might just sit there. Johnny Blaze chokes on smoke, unfit for the name Blaze. More like Johnny Sucks HA! If I am to be saddled with any of the dredges then please let it be Jazzy, at least he seems like he’ll be a good time. Either way, none of you has what it takes to make the buzzer, the sweet sweet 8 seconds, because Bodacious be The God Bull and you ain’t Tuff.
The feed cuts and the child steps out of his apartment, arterial spray misting his face still wearing the Gucci shades, has started to crack and dry. He takes his first breath of true freedom as he gets into the Hummer limo. The boy and his family were never heard from again.
